Their money at work: the Greenwich Junior League ladies throw themselves a party
Not much, as this missive from Walt (is that better than screed, pal?) shows:
So I was wondering if I was too harsh today. And I started to feel bad. Contrary to what you believe, I actually do have a conscience.
So given that the press only shows the Junior League at their annual soirée, and says NOTHING about what they actually do, I decided to dig a bit and find out what it is they actually do. And I did. And do you know what they actually do? NOTHING!! Except have an annual party to celebrate how wonderful they all are.
Actually, in fairness, for the year ended June 30, 2014, they gave away FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS!! Don’t believe me? You can see it here:
FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS!! In a year!! I piss that away on a hand of cards. I tip my bartender more. I pay more than that for thank you notes to the hotties!!
They had revenues of $369,540, grants of $5,000, salaries of $49,287, and “other expenses” of $309,599. The “Other Expenses” include the cost of running their clubhouse at 231 E. Putnam Ave, on their books for $1.5 million, “Food & Beverages” of $32k, and entertainment of $9k.
So they raised $369,540 of donations, and gave away $5,000!! No wonder the paper doesn’t cover their charitable causes, because there are none!! It looks like a haus frau social club to me. Nice job ladies. Give yourselves a pat on the back.
I would welcome some feedback from someone familiar with the Junior League, and tell me what I am missing. If I am wrong, I will give a heartfelt apology, and make a $5k donation to the YWCA. And do as much as the junior League apparently does in a whole year. And there is like 30 of them!! I am not giving it to the Junior league to fund their kibitzers.
By the way, this whole bit about the JL was sparked by my posting of a couple of shots from Greenwich Time of people who willingly had their photos taken, and eagerly (I assume) agreed to have them posted on the Internet, where I found them, and supplied some inappropriate captions. Pressed by a pair of angry husbands, I took them down, and, while I certainly don’t want to start that all over again, I thought to link to all the pictures here, and let readers search for the bored pair, and the person with what could fairly, but certainly erroneously be considered a lascivious leer.
Actually, there are any number of candidates in both categories, so have fun.